little bird
Date: Jun 1st, 2005 6:25:22 pm - Subscribe
Mood: torn
people tell me that i m a bird in the sky,
that i'm free.
but really i'm a bird in a cage,
not free at all.
i do wat i m told,
and if i try to fight it,
i get punished by the others.
it happened once before,
i tryed to be my self.
but then, boom.
down came the punishment.
it hurt so bad.
they cliped my wings,
so i couldn't fly
and be free.
they were afaird of what i could do.
they were afaird that i would fly too high
and i would be so great that i would leave them behind.
and i probably would,
but because they hurt me,
and i can NEVER forgive them for that.
but in that cage they gave me a place,
a place that protected me
from the harsh realitys of life.
which was sometimes okay,
but not always.
i never got to experience
what i needed to know.
that cage looked like a palace.
but in fact,
was actually a prison.
but when it was raining they were there,
to warm me when i was shivering.
or when it was steaming,
to chill me when i was sweating.
and i could never be alone,
unless i was punished,
then i was always alone.
i was alone alot.
while they just flew around,
with others like them selves.
not letting me fly.
and i can NEVER forgive them for that.
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stalewords - June 01st, 2005 |
